Event Seventeen.

[awashmods]

I went to the wood and got it; I sat me down to look for it And brought it home because I couldn’t find it.

he magical vines creep ever onward, slowly infringing upon the Town. No matter how many are chopped down, no matter how many are set on fire, they keep coming even so. And slowly, one by one, the people in the Town start to fall to the curse that they bring along with them. Stay and tend to the cursed? Venture out into the woods to find the castle at the source of these vines? Whatever you choose to do, you'd better decide quickly; the curse only seems to get worse and worse the longer everyone is afflicted. Welcome to Awash's seventeenth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to make your own logs and posts for this event! If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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[sonofbarbara]

They're. Uh. [...he's never actually had to describe a troll before.]</SMALL. They're creatures made of living rock. They can't come out in sunlight...?

[promissum]

Those are called gargoyles.

[sonofbarbara]

...but gargoyles can fly, right? I mean, stalkings can fly but they don't really look like gargoyles.

[...actually. He's never seen a gargoyle except on TV. Do gargoyles even exist where he's from? Is it like the fairies were centuries ago they lost the war to someone other magical creature and now there are no more gargoyles?]

[promissum]

They do have wings, but I've never seen one fly. [He should know, he employs several different gargoyles.]

What is a stalking?

Should've been 'stalklings.' Oops.

[sonofbarbara]

Then...why do they have wings?

[No. Seriously. Why?]

They're the only kind of troll that can be out in daylight. They can fly and once they've targetted someone they'll stalk them until they're dead. Hence, talklings.

[...wait. He's let himself get off topic.]

Anyway, listen. I'm sure even demon...vampires get tired. Everyone does, right?

[promissum]

They were simply built that way. How often have you questioned a statue having wings? Those certainly can't fly.

[Val looks unimpressed by the idea of getting tired.]

I drank plenty of blood this morning. I shouldn't be tired at all.

[sonofbarbara]

But...usually if a statue has wings, it's usually of something that can fly...right?

[He knows nothing about art, really.

Okay. So he drinks blood. Makes sense for the vampire part. Surprisingly, he's not grossed out. The trolls eats cats and dirty socks. Blood is not really that weird anymore, but...]

...where did you even get blood from?

[promissum]

That depends on who was sculpting them, doesn't it, lad?

[Val looks increasingly like he's just going to fall asleep right here.]

Sardines, of course.

[sonofbarbara]

...guess so.

[He's just going to...step closer. So if anyone falls over he can catch them.]

There are sardines here? [That's...weird.]

[promissum]

Some quests will reward them.

[He stabs his sword further into the dirt and leans more heavily against it.]

If you're worried about your blood, I won't be drinking it.

[sonofbarbara]

Honestly? I'm more worried about you falling over, right now.

[With that he takes another step forward and offers his shoulder.] Come on. I'll take you home...or to a doctor. Do we have any doctors here?

[promissum]

I'm fine.

[He is definitely not that.]

I don't know, I don't need one.

[sonofbarbara]

[...wow. Okay. Firstly: that first part sounds fake. The second part is worrying.]

Look, you're clearly not fine. Let's just get you home, okay?

[promissum]

I'm a demon, what use do I have for human doctors?

[He's pretty stubbornly standing there.]

[sonofbarbara]

What about...a demon...doctor?

[Do they have those?]

[promissum]

I'm the only demon from my Netherworld here. I would recognize the ones from home.

[sonofbarbara]

[Well.

Guess it's time to try another approach.]

Hey, out of curiosity, which district do you live in?

[promissum]

I live in Bluo.

[Which is reflected in nothing that he wears.]

[sonofbarbara]

[That would not have been his first guess but like. It works out really well.]

Oh that's cool. I'm from there too. Is it okay if you walk me back? There are all these vines around and you have a sword...

[He smiles and hopes he looks enough like an average teenager (which he is!) to pull this off.]

[promissum]

The vines will not attack you. They're just vines.

[But also Val is himself, so when he's asked something as simple as that, of course he'll agree.]

Come along, lad. Where in the district do you live?